Well, Toto, I guess we're not in Delhi anymore. My crowning achievement of the day (besides getting out of bed, ie) has been the discovery of this cyber cafe right next to my house. That and a grocery store that delivers. I may never leave my neighbourhood again. This is so much better than what I was doing day before yesterday and wandering helplessly down Linking Road asking everyone who asked me to buy various things, where I could find somewhere to help my severe internet withdrawal symptoms. Luckily, help was at hand when a friend (did I say a friend? Yes, indeed I did, I have friends, y'all. New people!) called and took pity on me and directed me to a place near the station. But then, I had other people waiting for me (I'm soooooooooo proud of myself. My phone is actually ringing almost as much as it used to) so I couldn't blog like I wanted to.
Therefore, here we are. Day four or is it day five? I've lost all track of time because I've been doing this city in a way that would put Japanese tourists to shame. No, really. Between socialising and wait, more socialising, I've managed to go all over, have this one temple (with missile proof walls, apparently) pointed out to me thrice, seen a major chunk of the nightlife (but I still have to go like hardcore clubbing) and of tremendous excitement to me, because I had just finished reading Shantaram when I left Delhi, been to Leopold's and ordered a pint of wine. Did you know they made wine by the pint? I didn't and so I ordered it, but because my friends were sticking to beer, I had to drink the entire bottle on my own, and dude, a pint of wine can give you wings.
I've actually been quite fortituous in the timing of my move, because two friends of mine from back home (sigh) were in town and in meeting them, I met with their friends, and everyone's been uber-friendly and very nice, and okay, FINE, I'll give it to you, this city IS more friendly than Delhi. Hmph. Although it's not very nice to keep insulting someone's hometown, which is alo what has been happening. In the past four days, if duels were still fought defending someone's honour, I'd be bloodied and wounded by now trying to explain that not all Delhi people are the same. Oh well. Now Mumbai knows me. (Another crowning achievement is teaching a bunch of Bombay boys to say thekha and panwari. Coz really wine shop? How incredibly pseudo!!) Speaking of thekhas/wine shops, I discovered one also right next to my house. I like my neighbourhood, it's very nice and green, wide roads, and quiet. Only the crows in the tree touching my window keep waking me up. And the house is lovely too, not as small as I had imagined and freshly painted walls and everything. Of course, since I am not completely at home anywhere till I have a house party, the housewarming is scheduled for next week. Lalalala.
So far no real TC substitutes, the only two places that I have seen that come close are a place called the Ghetto, which is quite nice, TC prices only, but no happy hours for the media on Wednesday sadly and another place a college friend took me to last night called Club IX which was a little bit shady, but played the right music. (Oddly, while I was having TC homesickness pangs at the Ghetto, I met a TC acquaintance, standing right by the door. Cool, no?)
And the weather. I'm wondering when it's going to get old that I'm wearing shorts in January but right now, it's such fun. It's also fun to laugh at people walking around in MONKEY CAPS. No, really, I think the temperature is like 26 or 27 C and people are wearing jackets and monkey caps. Wusses. :)
Tonight I'm going for a parteh, thankyouverymuch, thrown by the kind Gaurav, who even took me for a drink the first night I was here. I love parties.
Mumbai is being very kind, and I like it so far, although I know this is like the honeymoon period when you hold hands and touch constantly and think all the annoying things are really cute also. I hope it lasts.